"Dang Brit. You be hiring & firing em'!" "You are very good at goodbyes." The other day, I did something I thought I would never do. I picked up my phone, opened my list of blocked callers and wondered if there was anybody I needed to let out on bail. Like, what if I was wrong about somebody? What if I made a mistake? What if God hid my husband in my blocked list? Sike. I don't take trash out of the basket. And I don't believe that God would do a sista like that. Here's my truth: As a child, I was very mild mannered and shy. I didn't say much. Didn't bother nobody. And didn't want to be bothered. At home, I was a completely different person. I was silly, outgoing, sassy, sweet and I was bothering everybody in my house. At school, I was bullied. At home, I tried to fight my brothers just for not letting me play Sega with them. I would always come home and complain about what someone said or did to me at school, until my famil...
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